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walking and eating our way around the world

Transit, Tricked Out Buses and the Problem with Change (by Carmen)

Subway Station Mural

I asked Nathan what he would miss about Buenos Aires. His reply was, “The buses.” Yes, BsAs has some pretty awesome transit. I love taking public transportation in new cities because it gives you a glimpse into the soul of the city – people from all walks of life can be found on the subte (subway) and colectivos (buses).  Transit is the blood of the city essential for every living part and every bit of growth.  

Riding around BsAs I learned a few things. One is that the subte is actually pretty old. The first line was built in 1913 – not that long after other major cities such as New York.  In those days they decorated the stations with beautiful tile murals which gives the system a certain grace. You can imagine how luxurious the subway must have been when it opened – especially when riding the original train cars that are still in use on one of the lines! I loved the wooden seats and old fashioned lamps. At $0.75 USD a ride we found it to be a fast cheap way to get around.

Wooden Subway Car Still In Use

But the subte doesn’t go everywhere. That’s where the colectivos come in. They are even cheaper ($0.30 USD), they are packed and they are everywhere. We estimate they make up at least 40% of street traffic with the rest being evenly split between cars and taxis. The city has so many buses a single map could not contain all the routes. Instead there is a 30 page book of maps and related service  that people carry in their pocket. This transit bible is called the Guia T.  It kind of works like a manual google transit:

Step 1: look up your intersection in the index in the back of the book

Step 2: find your origin on a map and note the lines serving the area

Step 3: find your destination on a separate map and see if any bus lines match the lines in step 1

Step 4: if there’s no match you widen your scope on the map until you find a route that works.
As fun as that was, I usually used this trip planning website to navigate the web of routes that cruise every other street in BsAs.

Interior Bus Decorations. (This one is pretty tame in comparison to some others)

But I hope these complications don’t leave anyone discouraged to try the collectivos out. For one, you would miss out on the excellent interior design skills of the bus drivers. My favorite drivers tricked out their buses with white vinyl curtains that have blue or red fringe, black lights and stickers with such sayings as “born to race”. Often times mirrors etched with flowers, buses, crosses, playboy bunnys, and/or the driver’s name surrounded the drivers seat. Buses in San Francisco are extremely boring in comparison.

Now the problem with change. Argentina doesn’t have enough of it. This article was written a few years ago but is still relevant. For many years collectivos could only be paid with coins. This contributed to a coin shortage as people hoarded coins for their rides. (Why they didn’t start using paper passes I don’t know.) During our time in BsAs Nathan and I joined the hoarding masses. Even getting change at the bank was difficult since it involved waiting for half an hour only to get enough for 6 rides each (the bank limits how much change you can get). But things are getting better. There is now a smart card that many people use to pay their fare. However, there is currently a shortage of smart cards. Of course!

The door only opens if the bus is moving 5km per hour or less...although from experience it seems they break this limit!

When we couldn’t walk or take transit, Nathan and I took one of the cheap and plentiful taxis. It only costs $7 USD to get across the city if the traffic isn’t too bad.  One of the amusing/scary thing about taxis is that they drive without headlights on, only parking lights.  Buses do it too! I guess it’s an energy saving thing?

I could go on and on about transportation in BsAs (good bike lanes, crappy sidewalk conditions, etc.) but I’ll stop here. I’ve got a bus to catch : )

Finding My Dream In Puerto Madero (by Carmen)

Street Plaza in Puerto Madero

Nathan and I were walking along the broad sidewalk along Avenida Carlos M. Noel in the Puerto Madero neighborhood.  This route is lined with numerous carritos (carts) all selling the same thing: grilled meat.  What else could you expect in Argentina??  We noticed that one in particular, Parrilla Mi Sueño (My Dream Grill), had the most people. Always a good sign!

Street Side Parilla

We approached the bright yellow carrito and ordered a lomito (steak tenderloin sandwich) since Argentinian beef is rather legendary.  The old man running the cart was awesome.  He spoke to us in slow, clear Spanish which was a nice change from the rapid fire speech of most porteños (Buenos Aires residents).  Not only that, when he saw us take a picture of his cart he insisted that both Nathan and I take turns going inside his cart and pretending to be grill masters.  There was no tip jar or anything; he was just having fun with us. I like that.

Lomito Sandwich

After our steak was grilled up we loaded it with the array of sauces and veggie toppings set up on a long table on the side of the parrilla.  We took our first bite – the roll was nice and crunchy, the thin cut steak was tender, and the toppings brought it all together.  Delicious!

A Busy Walkway Along the Docks

The carritos on Avenida Carlos M. Noel add character to an otherwise ritzy and expensive neighborhood.  Puerto Madero used to be the industrial port in the late 1800s but only 10 years after it was built it was abandoned for a bigger and better port upstream.  It lay empty for decades until a regeneration effort in the 1990s brought new wealth.  Corporations built high rises among the restored old buildings.  There’s even a modern white Calatrava bridge that swings open for boats to pass through.  Supposedly the form references the embrace of two tango dancers. Eh. I think it looks like his other bridges.  It still makes for a good photo op : )

Calatrava Puenta de la Mujer

A Sunny Day on the Bridge

One more cool thing about Puerto Madero – the ecological reserve.  The carritos actually look out onto this land, which separates the neighborhood from Río de la Plata.  Nathan has gone running here a few times and I even joined him!  That’s a feat because I’ve never liked running much.  But I have to get ready for our Macchu Pichu trek.  Not wanting to get stuck in the middle of the Andes is damn good motivation to get in shape.

Reserva Ecológica

Stay tuned – Nathan’s going to write about our awesome experience at a fútbol game this past weekend!

Buenos Aires First Impressions (by Nathan)

We just completed our 4thday here in Buenos Aires and the key word to describe it is hot. The city is sizzling with excitement, great food, tons of people walking the streets and, of course, tango.  Quickly we are realizing that Buenos Aires could fill a blog entirely on its own, so we will have several posts to showcase all the great things that the city has to offer.

Un’Altra Volta

Un’Altra Volta Patio

Temperatures have been climbing steadily and now it is in the high 90’s. My first resort has been to consume the copious amount of water I carry around that clearly identifies me as a tourist.  Then I resort to ice cream.  We found this great little shop with an amazing patio in the back.  The name of the place is Un’Altra Volta and it is at the corner of Santa Fe and Avenida Callao.  There are a few locations, but the outdoor seating is well worth it.  They have a pretty trick website so get your ice cream porn here.  Carmen and I grabbed a mixed box with Crema de Almendas (almond), Dulce De Leche Bonbón  (signature caramel of Argentina) and Chocolate Tantación (vanilla w/ brownies & caramel). Oh was this the perfect solution to the heat – creamy and rich and absolutely delicious.

Ice Cream at Un’Altra Volta

Ice Cream at Un’Altra Volta

We had another great experience yesterday at the Sunday market.  Not just any market, but a HUGE vendor parade of local crafts, tango music, street vendors and baskets and baskets of freshly made breads and empanadas.  They call this fest the Feria de San Telmo, and it is every Sunday all year round.  We entered onto Calle Defenso at Calle Estados Unidos to find out that thousands of people beat us there.  Immediately we needed to grab some food so we found the fist vendor in sight and bought a pan relleno, stuffed bread with ham, tomatoes and cheese, for $2 and we asked a kind lady to squeeze about 10 oranges for us in her juice press ($2.5).

We walked the length of the market that is about 12 blocks long (1 ½ miles).  The stalls had some really great crafts such as custom made jewelry, hand-carved mate gourds, t-shirts and antiques. It isn’t just the one street either. There are several alleyways, side streets and warehouses that also host vendors. Occasionally we’d stop to listen to an 8 piece tango group flaunting their tunes or peruse through the music selection at one of the tables.  We did find a must buy that I could not turn down:  80’s Tango!  I am a lover of all things 80’s and being that I cannot wear my Member’s Only jacket in the 90 degree heat I settled with a little Argentinean flare – 80’s songs covered with tango instruments and rhythms.

Choripan 01

Entrance to Choripan Deliciousness

After all the walking we got hungry again.  We found these two guys that took over a parking garage that is abandoned on the weekends.  The lot was open to the main drag and there were loads of people filing in to eat their choripan.  Choripan ($3) is basically a sausage grilled over flames right in front of you, placed on a crusty roll slathered with a red pepper chimichurri. The addition of two bottles of the cheap local beer, Quilmes ($3), capped off the meal.

Choripan Sandwich

Choripan Sandwich

Feeling frisky we walked to the Plaza Dorrego to watch the tango dancers that gather there.  As it turns out there is an informal milonga that begins around 7pm.  A milonga is basically a place for people to dance tango.  We watched them dance cheek to cheek for a couple hours and Carmen and I promised each other that we would join in next Sunday once we got some practice in this week.

Tango in Plaza Dorrego

Tango in Plaza Dorrego

It’s late and these feet need a rest (over 40 miles clocked so far).

Southern Migration (by Nathan)

The Andes between Santiago and Buenos Aires

Finally this day has come- the day where my feet leave the ground in California and touch down on the other side of the world.  Today I am in Buenos Aires, Argentina. It has been a migratory event in some sense, a need down through my core to get out of town and see the world. Not just the travel itch, but a gnawing at my inner being to grab a hold of some culture and consume it, devour it until I was satisfied.  This must be what birds feel too, a calling and a deep need to fly south, a need to voraciously flap their wings for weeks straight to be there to consume the ripest fruit.  This year the world would not ripen without me being there to eat it. 

I was quite lucky that Carmen felt this too.  No wings, but this year you will find us walking and eating our way around the world. Not physically walking around the world, but our 4 feet and 2 mouths will travel to destinations that our inner being wants us to explore.

Berkeley was an amazing place to live.  There were so many aspects to Berkeley that touched my core values in architecture, food and the outdoors. The Bay Area allowed me to design amazing buildings, hike in beautiful mountains and enjoy farm-to-table meals everyday and all year.  But…in many ways the lacking public transit and small ethnic neighborhoods were not enough.  There are only so many times that a Bart ride to the Mission or Chinatown would satisfy my desires to travel.  And there were those times that while eating dim sum at Dol Ho where I experienced the crazy cart-driven yelling that I enjoyed so much in Hong Kong.  If I liked it so much then why not go back to Hong Kong?

And friends! I have some truly amazing friends in the Bay Area.  I have friends that like me, think a perfect day is a farmer’s market, shared bottle of wine and a Cheeseboard pizza. I have friends that time and time again feed me, educate me, entertain me (sometimes a little to much), and even nurse me back to health.  I drool thinking of our dinner parties– potlucks to an unprecedented gourmet level.  I will miss all of these friends and they know that they are always welcome to visit and stay with us at our home.  That is, when we finally get a home somewhere.

That’s right, we are homeless.  Carmen and I gave up 70% of our stuff and moved out of Berkeley.  It is a crazy feeling purging everything you own to the last morsels of what you think is important.  The sentiment is the worst for me- both getting rid of things that emotionally tug at me and the things that I think have some actual value.  The end result: I sold a few things on Craigslist, gave away a lot of stuff and trashed quite a bit too.  No turning back now, I’m glad I did it.  I’m still impressed that I fit all that 30% in my little Nissan truck.

BA Architecture

Stepping onto the Buenos Aires streets created such a fantastic sensation throughout my body.  It was as if my soul was tingling- reminding me that this is happening, this is really happening.  No job, no apartment, no bills, just Carmen and I, a camera and our backpacks and four months to explore South America.  The rest of the year we’re traveling too. Where should we go?

A new chapter (by Carmen)


Two roads diverge in a wood, as Frost wrote.  In my life, the traveled road is on the right.  This is the one where I’m supposed to find a good job and save up for a house and get settled in. On the left is the less traveled road.  It’s hazy; I can’t tell exactly where it goes.

The majority of my adult life has taken place in the San Francisco Bay Area – from college to my first long-term job to grad school.  It has all been a somewhat logical path to follow.  But now the future holds a big question mark.     ?      Should I search out fellowships, look for jobs, just travel?  Where? For how long?

What I do know is that I booked tickets to spend four months(!) in South America.  This trip is kick starting this new chapter in life.  With it, I want to start a new project – this blog.  For me, the blog will be a centered way to document my travels, food, thoughts, adventures and just life in general.  Actually, it’s not just mine.  It’s Nathan’s adventures, too.  He’ll be giving his own posts with his point of view on things.  That way, all our friends, family and travel enthusiasts can come to one site to get the latest update on us.

Over the next few months we will be posting about our experiences in Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Bolivia and Peru.  Our travel style generally involves us walking around until our feet hurt in search of awesomely delicious food and drink, hence the name of this blog.  Expect to see some parrilla in Buenos Aires, capirinhas in Rio, saltado in Lima, wine tasting in Mendoza, and more.  We will also throw a bit of history, culture and architecture into the mix.  Ooh I’m getting excited!

The previous post was about feeling grateful for the life I’ve led so far.  This post is about embracing the future and all the uncertainty that comes with it.  It may be somewhat cliche but Frost’s poem makes me feel ready to take on the world.  Let’s go.

Goodbye to Berkeley (by Carmen)

Berkeley_View

The lovely view from our Berkeley apartment.

I hate goodbyes in any form.  I dislike finishing a good book because I have to bid farewell to the characters I met.  I dislike ending jobs because I have to leave the co-workers I’ve spent so much time with.  The worst goodbyes are when you don’t know if you’ll ever see a person or place again.

Now I must say goodbye to the Bay Area, where I’ve lived for the better part of 9 years.  There are many things I will miss.  The view from my apartment, for instance.  I absolutely love the view.  The bright blue sky contrasts with the tree leaves.  The branch that curves in such a way to give me privacy from neighbors (at least when there are leaves in spring). The squirrels that scurry along the telephone wires.  I’ve been a grad student for the past few years and like to work at home. The beautiful view has kept me company through many hard months and for that I am grateful.

My view, however, is not the thing I will miss most.  My wonderful, amazing and irreplaceable friends top that list.  You guys rock. I will also long for the fresh and delicious produce available year round,  the proximity to wine country in the north and mountains to the east, the great selection of restaurants, the ease of visiting family in Southern California.

I will miss Berkeley itself, to an extent.  As an urbanist, I form relationships with cities.  I guess you could say I have theoretical conversations with them.  For example with San Francisco it’s something like, “I like you, I really do.  Great food, lots of parks.  You’d be even better if dropped that car habit of yours.  Look, I can see why so many people leave their hearts with you.  It’s just I don’t feel that spark between us, you know. Let’s just be friends.” My favorite city, London, on the other hand, “It’s never a dull moment with you. You really have it all – history, great culture, and the Underground.  Oh how I love the Underground.  That  6 month fling we had was magical.  Do we really have to stay apart just because your prime minister is anti-immigrant?”  Hong Kong, “You’re so intriguing.  I love your style – mixing old with new, east with west.  Let’s get to know each other better over dim sum.”

I’ve known Berkeley intimately for so many years.  I’ve been to most of it’s restaurants, bars, cafes, farmers markets, theaters, stores.  I met Nathan here.  It has been a good city to me, even if a bit quiet for my tastes.  But now this era comes to an end…time to say goodbye…I’ll keep it simple.

“Goodbye, Berkeley.  It’s been great but we always knew it wouldn’t be forever.  I’ll see you around sometime.”

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